Poetry in seven steps
Boiled beans burn the pods,
Beans weep in the axe.
They are born from the same root,
Why rush to fry each other?
Liu Yuxi
The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious,
There is no windshield on the surface of the pool that has not been polished.
Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Yu Gezi
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain,
Peach blossoms flow in the flowing water, mandarin fish fat.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats,
The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Pity the farmers
It is noon on the day of hoeing,
Sweat drips from the soil.
Who only has lunch?
Every grain of millet is hard work.
Pity the farmers
Plant a grain of millet in spring,
The harvest of thousands of seeds in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world,
Farmers still starve to death.
Hui Chong< Two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, The spring river is warm and the ducks are prophets. The ground is covered with wormwood and short reed buds, It is the time when the puffer fish is about to rise. Time. Four o'clock in the countryside Plowing in the fields during the day and working with hemp at night, Every child in the village is in charge of his own family. Children and grandchildren If you don't know how to cultivate and weave, you can also learn to grow melons in the mulberry shade. Bees Whether it's flat land or on the top of a mountain, it's infinite All the scenery is occupied. After harvesting the honey from hundreds of flowers, Who does it work hard for and whom does it enjoy? The fishermen on the river People who come and go on the river, but love the beauty of the sea bass. You look at a boat, haunted by the storm.